Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 445 Lunch With My Boss

Logan's

POV.

Mia and I opted to go to the nearest restaurant. I instructed my driver to

leave, choosing to drive my own car instead. As we arrived, I opened the passenger seat for her, and she gracefully stepped inside. Taking my place behind the wheel, I ignited the engine and steered us towards the restaurant.

After a short drive, we arrived at a renowned Italian restaurant. It turned out that Mia had booked a table here, knowing it to be my favorite.

Exiting the car, I circled around to the passenger side, holding the door open for her. Extending my hand, I silently urged her to take it.

I was well aware of the charm my gentlemanly gestures possessed, and Mia was no exception. The rosy hue on her cheeks served as undeniable proof that she appreciated the gesture. Firmly holding her hand, despite her subtle attempt to pull away, we entered the restaurant together, hand in hand.

Fortunately, we had a table reserved, and the waiter promptly led us to our designated spot. Pulling out a chair for her, I patiently waited for Mia to take her seat.

"Mr. Mancini, you don't have to do that," she protested.

"It's Logan to you when we're not in my office," I interjected, grinning mischievously.

"But..." she began, her words trailing off as the waiter arrived to take our order.

Taking the lead, I confidently ordered all of Mia's favorite dishes, a playful glint in my eyes as I anticipated her reaction. Confusion flickered across her face, and she couldn't help but question, "Are these really my favorite foods?"

I leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips as I revealed my secret, "Don't be surprised, Mia. I know these are your favorites, which is why I ordered them."

she gasped, clearly taken aback. "But how

her eyes. My voice carried a hint of mystery as I replied, "I

hold back her question, blurting out, "What are you trying to do? Are you attempting to impress

nonchalantly, feigning indifference. "Why

hang in the air, laced with suggestion, "...and if I were... I'd take you home and impress

Before she could regain her composure, the waiter arrived with our order, providing a timely interruption to our charged

endearing, I couldn't resist teasing her further. "So, how's the food?" I inquired, genuinely

and I yearned

you for this delightful treat," she replied politely, her demeanor slightly formal

This side of her was new and intriguing, and I found myself wanting to explore

plate, a gesture of intimacy that made her protest once again,

a playful tone, "First of all, it's Logan to you, and secondly, I

enchanting silence enveloped

but notice how she relished each bite her delight evident in her expressions. It was a rare sight to witness

my eye, I noticed some sauce lingering at the corner of her lips. A temptation rose within

delicately wiped the sauce away with my thumb. Her startled

in my mouth and licked it clean, all the while maintaining eye contact with her. I observed as her jaw dropped, her face turning a shade of pink. She gasped and lowered her eyelashes. "Hmmm... The sauce is even more delicious than the pasta,"

her fork down. "I'm done, Mr... I mean, Logan. Can we leave if you're finished

and change the rules. You don't need to worry

are different for bosses and employees. It's unfair, and I'd prefer to be back on time. If you

own the company," I raised an eyebrow, attempting to defend

employees," she shot back. She was right, and her words stung. Couldn't she

bill,

and returned to